“How do you know that there’s anything to tell?”
“Because I just do. And—you know you can trust me!”
Lily smiled contentedly; she could count upon Marjorie to keep her secret. And it would be such a satisfaction to share her happiness with her chum.
“Well, so long as you have guessed it, I’ll tell you, if you promise not to breathe to any of the others. Dick and I are going to announce it at Christmas time. Mother is planning a luncheon for me.”
Marjorie put her arms around Lily and kissed her joyfully. Her happiness meant almost as much to her as her own.
“Dick Roberts is the luckiest man in the world!” she exclaimed, with sincerity. “And,” she added, “it certainly will be fun to have a wedding. Nothing exciting has happened in our old senior patrol since Mae Van Horn’s wedding—and our trip to the coast.”
“Don’t forget Doris’s baby!” Lily reminded her.
“Oh, yes, of course—and Ethel has been doing wonderful things, too, with that teaching job of hers. And I really think Daisy’s in line for a fellowship, next year.”
“So you see we really have been pretty much alive,” Lily concluded.
“Everybody but Alice, and Florence—and me!” sighed the other.